A song by Mordeous aka Jacob Fry
Blood and Sand
Born on blood and sand. this slave becomes a god, more than man.
that beneath your feet, that is sacred ground
watered with the tears of blood, your tears, your blood
I cut my teeth on broken glass. worshipper of blood and sand.
on these sands a slave becomes a god, dealer of death just to please the crowd
Now he has been reborn on blood and sand
that beneath your feet, that is sacred ground. watered with the tears of blood
your tears, your blood
I cut my teeth on broken glass, worshipper of blood and sand. on these sands a slave becomes a god, Dealer of death just to please the crowd
For the Glory of rome, We stand on the sands, stained with the blood of our fellow man.
broken bones and dismembered limbs. the crowd it roars as the blood is split
that beneath your feet, that is sacred ground, watered with the tears of blood, your tears, your blood.
Watching as this slave becomes the god of war, Bringer of death he brings it to your door.
Shaking all of rome its crumbling now
that beneath your feet, that is sacred ground, watered with tears of blood
your tears, your blood.
To the Fall of Rome. Lets bring it down.. To the fall of rome, I will show you how
I cut my teeth on broken glass, Worshipper of blood and sand. On these sands, a slave becomes a god, bringer of death just to please the crowd